Hong Kong Film: Short mules have no future, I am in charge of Hong Kong

Chapter 312 Deliberately forged the cargo list, wanting me to take the blame!

"Then what should we do?" Ah Liu rubbed his hands, anxious like an ant on a hot pot, "How about I take a few brothers and go directly to Dongwan to smash Young Master Jin's place?"

"Smash it?" Su Hanze glanced at him, his tone a little sarcastic, "Do you think this is a fight between street thugs? Young Master Jin is eager for us to start fighting so that he can have an excuse to bring the police in."

Ah Liu scratched his head and said awkwardly, "We can't just watch him being so arrogant, right?"

"Arrogant?" Su Hanze sneered, "He is now in a difficult situation. People in the market have begun to doubt his products. The more he is eager to suppress me, the more he exposes his trump card."

"But our goods..." Ah Liu wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Su Hanze's wave of his hand.

"I'll take care of the cargo." Su Hanze put out his cigarette, his tone calm but ruthless, "Go check who has had the most contact with outsiders in the mine recently, especially those workers who led the riot."

Ah Liu nodded, understanding what Su Hanze meant: "Okay, I'll do it right away!"

At the same time, in the second-floor office of the Dongwan gambling stone field, Young Master Jin was leaning on the sofa, holding a glass of whiskey in his hand, his eyes as gloomy as the sky before a storm. Zhang Hai stood in front of him, lowered his head, and spoke cautiously: "Master, the mine has been arranged. We gave some money to the workers, and the few who led the riot are very obedient."

"Be obedient?" Young Master Jin snorted and put his wine glass on the table. "Then why did I hear that Su Hanze's goods were still delivered?"

Zhang Hai wiped the sweat from his forehead and lowered his voice: "This...our people did stop a batch of goods, but later found out that the goods were fake and were full of waste stones. The real goods must have been taken away by other means long ago."

"Waste stone?" Young Master Jin stood up suddenly, his face almost bursting with anger, "Su Hanze is playing tricks on me again?!"

"Master, please don't be angry..." Zhang Hai hurriedly advised, "We have intercepted a lot of his goods. He must be having a hard time now. People in the market have begun to doubt Baishuishan's goods."

"Not having a good time?" Young Master Jin gritted his teeth, his eyes revealing a fierce look, "I don't want him to even have a chance to breathe! Go, contact A Biao in Xiwan for me, and have him completely cut off Su Hanze's transportation line!"

Zhang Hai hesitated for a moment and reminded in a low voice: "Master, A Biao's gang is not easy to mess with. Last time we cooperated with them, they asked for a huge price..."

"I don't care what he says!" Young Master Jin slammed the table, "As long as Su Hanze's goods cannot leave Hong Kong Island, I will give him any amount of money!"

Zhang Hai didn't dare to say anything more and nodded quickly: "Understood, Master, I'll contact them right away."

At the same time, in an inconspicuous tea restaurant in Tsim Sha Tsui, Hong Kong Island, a middle-aged man in a gray jacket was drinking milk tea. There was a worn-out briefcase next to his table, and he looked like an ordinary office worker. But if you look closely, you will find that his eyes are constantly looking out the window, as if he is waiting for someone.

A few minutes later, a young man pushed the door open, wearing a black sweatshirt and a baseball cap with the brim pulled down low. He walked straight to the middle-aged man and sat down, whispering, "Lao Li, did you bring the things?"

The middle-aged man raised his head, glanced at him, and lowered his voice: "What's the hurry? I have already arranged the goods, but you have to tell me, what exactly does Young Master Jin want to do this time?"

The young man sneered: "What else can he do? He just wants to bring down the Baishuishan Mine. He has someone backing him up, so he is very confident now."

"Up there?" Old Li frowned, tapping the table with his fingers. "You mean... that group of people?"

"Don't ask too many questions." The young man waved his hand impatiently. "As long as you get the goods done, you will get the money."

Old Li said nothing more. He took out an envelope from his briefcase and pushed it in front of the young man: "This is the cargo list and route. The cargo will arrive on time at Xiwan Wharf tomorrow night."

The young man took the envelope, glanced at it, and nodded with satisfaction: "Okay, Lao Li, you did a good job. After the matter is done, Young Master Jin will not treat you unfairly."

After saying that, he stood up and left, disappearing into the night outside the tea restaurant. Old Li looked at his back with a complicated look in his eyes, and whispered to himself: "Mr. Jin, Su Hanze... I'm afraid this muddy water is not easy to wade through."

The next evening, the sea breeze from Xiwan Wharf was salty and fishy, ​​making the workers on the dock shrink their necks. A truck slowly drove in, loaded with wooden boxes and covered tightly with canvas. The driver jumped out of the car and whispered a few words to a manager at the dock. The manager nodded and waved his hand for the workers to start unloading.

Not far away, an inconspicuous black van was parked in the shadows, with the window half-open, revealing a bald man inside. He was holding a cigarette, his eyes fixed on the direction of the van, and a walkie-talkie in his hand.

"A Biao, the goods have arrived. They are indeed from Baishui Mountain." The bald man whispered into the intercom, "Do you want to start now?"

A hoarse voice came from the intercom: "Don't worry, first confirm whether the goods are genuine. Su is very cunning, don't let him trick you again."

"Understood." The bald man put out his cigarette and winked at his men nearby, "Go, find a chance to get closer and see what's in the box."

Several men nodded, pretending to be strolling around, and slowly approached the truck. One of them took advantage of the workers' inattention and secretly lifted a piece of canvas and shone a flashlight on the wooden box. After a few seconds, he stepped back and whispered to the bald man, "Brother, there are stones in the box. The manifest says they are jadeite rough stones."

"Jadeite?" The bald man sneered, "The Su guy is really good at playing tricks. Go back and tell A Biao that we have accepted this batch of goods."

At the same time, Su Hanze was sitting in the office of Baishuishan Mine, holding a map with several transportation routes marked on it. Opposite him sat a thin man wearing an old shirt and with a shrewd look in his eyes.

"Boss Su, I've already arranged the goods this time." The thin man pushed his glasses and whispered, "The people in Xiwan will take the bait, but are you sure you want to play it this way? Ah Biao is not a pushover."

"Good-for-nothing?" Su Hanze raised his head, a sneer on his face. "If he really had the ability, he wouldn't be led by Young Master Jin. This shipment is a gift from me to them."

"Gift?" The thin man was stunned for a moment, then reacted, "You mean... there's something wrong with the goods?"

"It's not that there is a problem, it's a big problem." Su Hanze lit a cigarette and said calmly, "Once they take the goods, they will find that there are not only jadeite inside, but also some other things."

The thin man's eyes lit up: "Boss Su, your trick is cruel! But what if they find out that it was you who did it..."

"Find out?" Su Hanze exhaled a puff of smoke. "All they'll find is Young Master Jin's shadow."

The thin man was stunned for a moment, then he laughed: "Great, really great! Boss Su, you played this trick, I'm afraid Young Master Jin will be so angry that he will spit blood."

"Vomiting blood?" Su Hanze snorted coldly, "He hasn't reached that point yet. However, after this, he has to think carefully about who has the final say on Hong Kong Island."

As the night deepened, the truck at Xiwan Wharf had finished unloading and was slowly leaving. The bald man and a few of his men quickly moved the wooden boxes onto a speedboat and disappeared on the sea.

A few hours later, the speedboat docked in front of a remote warehouse. A Biao was waiting with his men. He was a burly middle-aged man with a scar on his face, looking fierce and evil. "Where's the cargo?" A Biao asked in a deep voice.

The bald man pointed to the wooden box behind him and said, "It's all here. I've checked the manifest. It's all right."

"Open it and take a look." A Biao frowned, his tone revealing vigilance.

The bald man nodded and asked his men to pry open a wooden box. The box was indeed full of jadeite raw stones, which looked good. But just as they were about to close the box, one of his men suddenly frowned and whispered, "Brother, there seems to be something wrong under this stone."

"Something's wrong?" Ah Biao pushed him aside and squatted down to check. After a few seconds, his face changed and he suddenly pulled out a sealed plastic bag from the bottom of the box, which contained white powder.

“Damn it!” Ah Biao growled, veins popping out on his forehead, “What the hell is this?!”

The bald man was also confused. He leaned over to take a look and his face turned pale with fear: "Brother, this... this can't be that thing, right?"

"Nonsense!" Ah Biao grabbed his collar and said angrily, "How dare you, Su, to plot against me?!"

"No, brother, this is not written on the manifest!" the bald man hurriedly explained, "I swear, I really don't know!"

Ah Biao gritted his teeth, shook him off fiercely, turned around and yelled at another subordinate: "Open all the boxes! Quickly!"

The men acted hastily, and soon, more than a dozen wooden boxes were pried open. In almost every box, in addition to the jadeite raw stones, there were similar plastic bags hidden underneath.

"It's over..." The bald man's legs went limp and he almost collapsed to the ground. "Brother, if we get caught, we'll all have to go to jail!"

"Shut up!" Ah Biao glared at him fiercely and forced himself to calm down. "There must be something fishy about this. The Su guy is not so bold as to put this thing in the cargo."

"Then...is that Young Master Jin?" the bald man asked tentatively.

Ah Biao didn't say anything, his eyes were gloomy and murderous. He took out his cell phone, dialed a number, and said in a cold tone: "Mr. Jin, you'd better explain this batch of goods to me clearly."

On the other end of the phone, Young Master Jin was lying in a lounge at the Dongwan Gambling Stone Field, holding a glass of red wine in his hand, and said in a relaxed tone: "A Biao, have you received the goods? How is it? Are you satisfied?"

"Satisfied?" Ah Biao sneered, "What the hell did you put in the goods? Do you want my whole family to die?"

Young Master Jin was stunned for a moment, then frowned and said, "What are you talking about? The goods were intercepted by my people from Su Hanze. Didn't you see the cargo list?"

"Manifold?" Ah Biao gritted his teeth, "It doesn't say on the manifest that you stuffed cocaine into the cargo!"

"White powder?!" Young Master Jin sat up suddenly, almost dropping his glass. "Are you kidding me? There's no way I could do this!"

"Don't play dumb!" Ah Biao roared, "If this batch of goods wasn't delivered by your people, who else could have this ability?"

Jin Shao's mind raced, and he felt something was wrong: "A Biao, don't worry, where is the goods now?"

"It's in my hands!" Ah Biao snorted coldly, "Young Master Jin, you'd better not play any tricks, or I'll make sure you can't survive in Hong Kong Island!"

"Okay, okay, don't get excited." Jin Shaoqiang suppressed his anger, "You take good care of the goods, I will go there in person tomorrow, and we can talk it out face to face."

After hanging up the phone, Young Master Jin's face was as gloomy as the dark clouds before a storm. He slammed his wine glass and cursed, "Su, it's you again?!"

The next morning, in the office of Baishuishan Mine, Su Hanze was drinking coffee and reading a newspaper. The headline of the newspaper was about a failed smuggling case at Xiwan Wharf. Although no specific details were mentioned, there was a smell of gunpowder between the lines.

Ah Liu pushed the door open and came in, grinning from ear to ear: "Boss, this trick of yours is really amazing! I heard that Ah Biao was almost mad last night and scolded Young Master Jin to death!"

"Scold?" Su Hanze put down the newspaper and smiled faintly, "This is just an appetizer. Young Master Jin is now like a dumb person eating bitter herbs, unable to express his grievances."

"But as for Ah Biao..." Ah Liu hesitated, "Will he find out about us?"

"Investigate?" Su Hanze sneered, "What he found out would only be Young Master Jin's smuggling line. It's clearly written on the manifest that the goods came from the Dongwan gambling stone field."

Ah Liu patted his thigh and said happily, "Great! Boss, with your tricks, Young Master Jin will probably be chased and chopped by Ah Biao!"

"It's not necessary to chase him and chop him down." Su Hanze lit a cigarette, his eyes cold, "But Ah Biao is a vengeful person, so Young Master Jin will be busy next."

At the same time, in the office of the Dongwan gambling stone field, Young Master Jin was dealing with a phone call from A Biao in a panic. A Biao's voice came out of the phone, like an angry lion: "Young Master Jin, I'll give you one day to make this matter clear! Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

"A Biao, listen to me, I really didn't do this!" Jin Shao was so anxious that he was sweating all over his forehead. "The goods belonged to Su Hanze, he must have tampered with them!"

"Su Hanze?" Ah Biao sneered, "Do you think I'm a fool? The name of your Dongwan gambling stone field is written on the manifest!"

"That's fake!" Jin Shao explained hastily, "He deliberately forged the manifest and wanted me to take the blame!"

"Fake?" Ah Biao's tone was full of disdain. "Mr. Jin, your excuse is too lame. Come in person at 8 pm at Wan Chai Pier. Otherwise, you know the consequences."

After the call was hung up, Jin Shao was so angry that he almost threw his phone. He turned to Zhang Hai who was standing beside him and shouted, "Go! Find out what happened to this batch of goods!"

Zhang Hai was so frightened that he shuddered and nodded quickly: "Yes, Master, I'll go right away!"

As night fell, the sea breeze at Wan Chai Pier was colder than during the day, making people shiver. Young Master Jin, wearing a black windbreaker, stood at the pier, followed by several bodyguards. His face looked as ugly as if he had eaten a fly, and his eyes kept glancing at the entrance of the pier.

A few minutes later, a black SUV slowly drove over and stopped not far away. Ah Biao got out of the car, followed by several of his men with ferocious faces. He walked up to Young Master Jin, his eyes as sharp as a knife.

(End of this chapter)